Upon an azure sea came the splendored brigantines
Filled with promise and yet, always a chance of loss
From Aurora came Thalassa the ship of Hemera
(As mariners conjured warning or delight of a rubicund sky)
And from the closing horizon
Came the Hespera, the ship of Atlas.
Each galleon escorted by their looming armadas
Through the gales of endless time;
Temporary fleets in their fleeting moment
High above the seemingly indefectible
and stationary annotations
Placed upon the face of Mother earth.
That there is no gravity finds peaceful
The kissing of these clouds.
Photograph by Donna Hass
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